kcmay
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This is the beginning of my current WIP, a science fiction.
If you picked up a book in the bookstore and read this opening, would you put it back on the shelf or take it to the cash register?
Monday, June 5, 2023
Protesters marched up and down the public sidewalk outside the Center for Human Genetic Advancement, chanting, “Free the Reps” and waving their signs: ‘Freedom for all!’ ‘Reps are human, too!’ Several pushed in front of the news camera, shouting concerns. A reporter asked them questions and tilted the microphone toward them.
Katie Marsh got out of her car and hurried toward the building’s front entrance. The enclosed campus, with its twenty-foot brick fence topped with electrified barbed wire, would be a safe haven once she got inside. The reporter spotted her and rushed to intercept her.
“What’s your business here?” he asked, then shoved the microphone at her.
“No comment.”
“Is it true they’re performing experiments on children?”
Katie quickened her pace, one hand up to shield her face from the news camera.
The reporter’s interest caught the protesters' attention. Several swarmed her, jostling one another in an attempt to reach her. A boisterous man grabbed at her elbow, shouting about the cruel imprisonment being forced on the innocent people within those walls.
Katie clutched her purse tightly to her side. Lowering her head, she pressed forward. If they knew who she was, this peaceful demonstration could turn ugly.
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If you picked up a book in the bookstore and read this opening, would you put it back on the shelf or take it to the cash register?
Monday, June 5, 2023
Protesters marched up and down the public sidewalk outside the Center for Human Genetic Advancement, chanting, “Free the Reps” and waving their signs: ‘Freedom for all!’ ‘Reps are human, too!’ Several pushed in front of the news camera, shouting concerns. A reporter asked them questions and tilted the microphone toward them.
Katie Marsh got out of her car and hurried toward the building’s front entrance. The enclosed campus, with its twenty-foot brick fence topped with electrified barbed wire, would be a safe haven once she got inside. The reporter spotted her and rushed to intercept her.
“What’s your business here?” he asked, then shoved the microphone at her.
“No comment.”
“Is it true they’re performing experiments on children?”
Katie quickened her pace, one hand up to shield her face from the news camera.
The reporter’s interest caught the protesters' attention. Several swarmed her, jostling one another in an attempt to reach her. A boisterous man grabbed at her elbow, shouting about the cruel imprisonment being forced on the innocent people within those walls.
Katie clutched her purse tightly to her side. Lowering her head, she pressed forward. If they knew who she was, this peaceful demonstration could turn ugly.
Thanks